what are you doing

Ding An still doesn't understand how cats develop friendship. In just a few days, Ami and Xiaoju get along like buddies, sneaking along the balcony to play together every day.

Two days ago, Ding Jianwei brought back two large rolls of fake lawn from his hometown and spread them on the balcony. The green one was served with a few pots of green onions and leeks.

Man Yi also moved a small round table on it, and they would come up and sit in the sun if they had nothing to do. Their family doesn’t like drinking tea very much, but they do like drinking. Anyway, there is a glass shed on the top of the balcony, so they are not afraid of getting wet when it rains or snows. wet.

Ding An moved a ponytail and sat on the balcony, watching Ami and Xiaoju lick each other.

In the mid-term exam, he surpassed Fang Zeyu by 0.5 points, which can be regarded as fulfilling the requirements, and he was allowed to play basketball for a day by Manyi on Sunday.

Although it is not yet Sunday, he is excited.

Not only because he can play basketball unscrupulously, but also because he passed Fang Zeyu's exam.

Although only 0.5 points.

But as the saying goes, one point overwhelms a group of people.

0.5 points can overwhelm half a group of people, at least Fang Zeyu.

Ding An was still savoring the 0.5 points when he suddenly heard a "click".

A candy flew over from nowhere and landed at his feet.

The dark pink candy is wrapped in a transparent packaging bag, a small one, so cute.

A Mi was attracted attention, and a hungry cat rushed for food and took it away.

Ding An reached out and snatched the candy out of the cat's mouth, tore open the packaging bag and threw it into his mouth without even looking at it.

Peach oolong flavor.

Ding An clasped his hands together, thanking nature for the gift.

"You're really good at it," Fang Zeyu popped his head out from the balcony next door, "Pick it up and eat it, and you won't be afraid of others drugging you."

"Who gave me the medicine?" The old god Ding An was there, "The left side of my house is your house and the right side is the air. Who else is so boring besides you? Is your grandfather?"

Fang Zeyu smiled, "You eat what I throw away? Are you afraid that I will frame you?"

"Don't be afraid," Ding An picked up the little orange, put it on his lap and stroked it twice, "I have the cat's quality in my hands, and I have it in the world."

Xiaoju meowed non-stop.

"Xiaoju!" Fang Zeyu suddenly called out, "Come back."

Xiaoju jumped out of Ding An's arms with a jerk, and slipped back along the crack of the balcony.

"Hey you!" Ding An pointed at him.

"How is it?" Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows, "The quality of the cat is gone."

Ding An felt that the person in front of him was not a high school student, but a pure primary school student, or the kind who had just graduated from preschool.

"Tell me, what happened to Liu Zhiyuan?" Fang Zeyu said suddenly.

"Huh? Who?"

The topic changed so quickly that Ding An didn't react immediately.

"Liu Zhiyuan," Fang Zeyu repeated, "Yu Hao is at the same table."

Ding An remembered that Yu Hao had a deskmate named Liu Zhiyuan, who was very boring, and he didn't like to talk much at ordinary times. He did everything by himself, and his sense of presence was very low.

It's not that Ding An is irresponsible as the monitor, it's mainly because this kid is too far away, he doesn't participate in any class activities, let alone the monitor, it's useless for the class teacher to find him.

A few times when he was looking for Yu Hao, he talked to this guy. This guy either kept his head silent, or his voice was so low that Ding An thought he was some kind of village bully who came here to bully boys from good families.

"I remember," Ding An said, "What happened to him?"

"Everyone said he stole the answers to the midterm exam," Fang Zeyu said, "What do you think?"

"Comrade Fang Zeyu," Ding An glanced at him, "Why are you so trustworthy? I don't know when you are so gossip."

Fang Zeyu smiled: "It's not that I believe it, the main reason is that this thing is really strange."

"Why is it strange?" Ding An asked.

Fang Zeyu stretched out a finger: "First of all, the fact that you got to the top ten in the exam from the bottom of the class is very strange in itself."

"Secondly," he stretched out his second finger, "Yu Hao told me that he got almost all the objective questions right in all the test papers, but a lot of points were deducted for the subjective questions."

This is indeed very wrong. Liu Zhiyuan was always ranked at the bottom of the crane in class 2. This time, he suddenly got No.10 in the mid-term exam, two points more than Wang Ge. It was rumored in the class that he stole the reference answer. Although Ding An followed suit, he didn't care.

Which class is not allowed to have a dark horse.

But listening to Fang Zeyu's words now, it's really strange. Whose dark horse picks objective questions to score?

As a result, Liu Zhiyuan was called by the soldiers to talk the next day.

The history teacher's surname is Li, because he can't speak very fast every time in class, so the students kindly call him Li Kuaizui.

Li Kuaizui was talking about the difference between the old and the new Three People's Principles, while Ding An buried himself in taking notes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Liu Zhiyuan," Da Bing nodded to Li Kuaizui, and called to the class, "Come out."

Liu Zhiyuan's body stiffened obviously, his hands were clenched tightly, and he walked out of the class slowly.

Ding An squinted his eyes, almost visibly nervous.

As soon as the door was closed, the whole class was chattering instantly.

"Anzi," Wang Ge nudged him with his arm, "I heard that the surveillance of the soldiers was transferred the day before the exam. This kid won't really steal the answers, right?"

"I don't know." Ding An frowned.

Li Kuaizui patted the desk, and the class became much quieter.

Until the end of the history class, Liu Zhiyuan didn't come back. The students in the class were discussing this matter, and even the number of people going to the toilet was quite small.

"I just passed by the teaching office and saw Liu Zhiyuan's parents came, and his father even slapped him!"

Two boys stood at the back of the classroom beaming with joy and conveying information to the class.

"The beating was ruthless, and even kicked twice."

The girls in the class exclaimed.

"seriously?"

"Liu Zhiyuan looks quite honest, but he never thought he could do such a thing."

Ding An frowned when he heard this. To be honest, he hoped that this matter would be an oolong. Although Liu Zhiyuan was not very gregarious, he was still a member of Class 2 after all, so he couldn't make too much trouble.

"Don't worry," Fang Zeyu turned his head and patted his hand, "If it's fake, it won't be real, if it's real, it won't be fake."

Ding An nodded.

"Why do I always feel a little uneasy in my heart?" Yu Hao said.

"Don't think so much," Wang Ge put his arms around his shoulders, "We'll find out what's going on in the end."

After lunch, Wang Ge and Yu Hao went to the canteen to buy water, while Ding An and Fang Zeyu went back to the classroom first.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw Liu Zhiyuan coming down the stairs with his schoolbag in his arms, followed by two middle-aged men and women, very typical rural couples, wearing thick cotton clothes, not very new, they should have been worn for many years, this should be They are Liu Zhiyuan's parents.